I'm tired of being ignored. Of being laughed at and made fun of. I'm a person, too, you know.
I don't like it when everyone points out my mistakes. Or notices my flaws. Because I'm a person, too, you know.
I am not a social butterfly, per say. But I have feelings. Because I'm a person, too, you know.
I hate it when I'm looked at like I'm a ghost or something. I have a place on this Earth like anyone else. I'm a person, too, you know.
I don't appreciate when I'm pushed around. My skin bruises easily. 'Cause I'm a person, too, you know.
I get annoyed when no one answers my questions. A shrug can mean yes or no. I'm a person, too, you know.
I dislike it when my voice is silenced. I have lungs that can shout to you for a reason. I'm a person, too, you know.
I become aggravated when I'm picked last. My talents are just as important as yours. Remember, I'm a person, too, you know.
I can't believe it when I'm treated like the last page of a coloring book. Black and white, waiting for color. I'm not a book; I'm a person, too, you know.
I scour when people snicker at my reality. They only know my life to be a dream. Ha! I'm a person, too, you know.
I'm blue when I'm the sock with no match. Because there's not a place in which I fit in this world. Screw you; I'm a person, too, you know.
I'm upset when I have to deal with people like this. People that ignore me for their own benefits. Psh. I'm a person, too, you know.
I feel terrible when I know that it'll only get worse. Nothing gets better in a black hole. I'm a person, too, you know.
